You were good, kind, nice, and guaranteed to get into Heaven...At least, that's what you told yourself.

One day, you were driving yourself to work, when a biker suddenly cut you off. You growled to yourself, furious at the biker. He must've been blind, after all! You were obvious to see! Beeeeeeppppp! Your car horn honked, as you finally let go of it, slightly satisfied to get some of your anger out somehow.

You silently thought to yourself, 'Lucifer, God, some people deserve to go straight to hell. I don't care if they're living, the world would be a better place without them.' You sighed, closing your eyes during a red light.

The next thing you know, everything around you is suddenly warmer. You opened your eyes, to see the freaking king of hell, Lucifer, in front of you. "Glad I made your request come true?" He asked, grinning, the snake on his hat flicking it's tongue at you.